1. Dancing For Mr. Alsina

7. Never Mix Business With Pleasure

Jasmine.

I sat on the shelf with my back pressed against the wall as August stood between my legs with his head buried in the crook of my neck, biting and sucking at my sensitive skin. I bit down onto my bottom lip, trying to keep quiet since we were in the storage room of the venue. My hands traveled down his sides toward the inside of his boxers which caused him to jump a little at my touch.

"Na'. Don't start something you can't finish," He said while pulling away from my neck which probably had many marks on it.

"Who said I couldn't finish it," I whispered.

"I did and the size of this-,"

He was interrupted by someone knocking on the storage door, calling his name.

"Man, what," He called back.

"Rehearsals is about to start," His bodyguard, Rocky, answered.

August fixed his clothing as I did the same before he went out first then I waited a few minutes to go. When I walked out, Aaliyah was leaning against the wall with a smirk.

"I knew you were fucking the boss," She spat.

I chuckled. "You're pathetic," I scoffed then walked toward the rehearsal room.

"Yeah. Just wait. Whatever's done in the dark comes to the light," She called behind me.

Everything in rehearsals were running smooth until I fell two eight counts behind. August stopped the music and rubbed his temples.

"Jasmine, what the fuck was that," He asked with his eyes closed.

"I don't know," I muttered.

"Speak up," His voice level rose.

"I...I don't know," I said louder, clearly pissed.

"Try it again," He rolled his eyes before sitting back in his chair.

I rolled my eyes and cursed at him under my breath. They started the count again and I was doing fine, but August stopped us again.

"Jasmine. I'm gettin' tired of callin' your name. Why you not gettin' the dance right today," He snapped with his arms, outstretched at his sides.

"I thought I was doing fine," I crossed my arms and shifted my weight to my right leg.

"Can you see yourself," He stepped closer to me.

"There's mirrors aren't there," I answered, being a smart ass.

He looked taken back by my response. His face went from shocked back to anger.

"For that smart ass comment, you're suspended," He spat before returning to his seat.

My jaw dropped in shock, but I quickly closed my mouth and stormed toward the exit. I was beyond pissed. I was livid.

After everyone cleared from the rehearsal room, I stepped into August's office place he has set up at every show. I stood behind one of the chairs, watching him as he went over some of his song lyrics.

"Sit," He demanded, never looking up from the paper.

I sat down in the leather chair with my hands in my lap.

"Ian wanna have to do that today, but you was testing me. What go on outside of rehearsals, leave it there. Don't think just because I fuck with you like I do, I won't hesitate to cut all this shit out. It'll be just like how it started. Me treating you like another damn dancer," He said calmly, but I could tell he was still mad.